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Intel Putting Wi-Fi into Future Chipsets
Ridgelift writes "Wired's got the story on Intel's plan to incorporate Wi-Fi into the motherboard chipset. "The chipset, however, will not include an actual Wi-Fi radio, so users will still need a wireless add-on card. Intel has said it eventually intends build a Wi-Fi radio into its microprocessors." This would make setting up a wireless network a lot simpler."
More than that, they (and IBM) are outright liars. They have big fucking signs all over their FREE wireless stations at airports that say FREE wireless. Yet when you try to connect, it wants a credit card number. FUCK that. has someone haxored a way to make it free yet? I faked my IP and started scanning once...
It was quite a shock to my system to find my sister naked in the living room. I almost fainted, so quickly did the blood rush from my head into my dick. For speed of tumescence, naked siblings are tops. .... a draft? What the....?!
...closer...
...closer...
...BINGO!!
Of course, my appearance had the opposite effect on her. As her gaze met mine, her hands, which had been between her legs, flew to cover her breasts. Her legs, which had been splayed wide, snapped shut so hard her knees bounced. And her color, which had been a sexy red flush, turned a ghostly pale.
What the fuck do you think you're doing?! she yelled. How
dare you stare at me like that? What are you doing home?
How typical. I catch her jacking off naked in the LR and she yells like it's my fault.
Fuck you! I yelled. Stunning repartee, I know, but it somehow leapt easily to mind.
Yeah, you'd like that, wouldn't you, you pervert!
Hey, I'm not the one masturbating here!
Like you never have? she snorted, Little Boy Perfect, never whacks off!
If I didn't, I sure would now.
That left her open-mouthed and staring and (for once) silent. I escaped upstairs, leaving her to try to recover her shredded dignity. Also, I WAS going to jack off!
Minutes later, I was naked on my bed. My shaft jutted skyward, begging for relief. As I stroked my rod, I had my eyes shut tight, recreating in my mind's eye Karen's surprisingly full tits, her golden-hued pubic patch. I imagined her hands, instead of covering her nips, lifting them up, first to me, then to her lips. I could almost feel
CLICK-whirrrrrr.
Gotcha!
Karen bounded from the room, now clad in a white terry-cloth robe, a Polaroid camera in one hand, an about-to-be embarrassing photo in the other.
It took me about 30 seconds to hop into my jeans. Most of that was being careful not to zip up my still-hard rod. Then I stormed down the hall, ready to tear her room apart to find that photo. But as I burst into her room (by now you've probably figured out that our bedroom doors don't lock), Karen was just sitting quietly on her bed.
Okay, bitch, I growled, but stopped short when I saw the strange look on her face. What's wrong?
It's so big, she whispered. Then I noticed she was staring at the photo.
In an uncharacteristic bit of modesty I said, Not SO big. It's only seven inches or so.
But Bobby's is so dinky compared to yours. Bobby was her studly jock boyfriend, though apparently not so studly. Then she looked up suddenly with a gleam in her eye. Let me see it.
I could say I refused. I could say I turned around and left the house without an incestuous thought.
But why lie?
I just unzipped (carefully) and basked in her admiration. Karen slid off the bed onto her knees in front of me.
Closer....
It looks so nice.
So big...
So...tasty.
She inhaled me. My knees buckled from the sudden onslaught
of pleasure and I grabbed the back of her head. She bathed my
shaft right fine, 'throating me in no time. I don't know where
she'd learned to handle it (not from Bobby), but she did me like
a pro. Her frantic tongue whipped the underside of my shaft. Her
tonsils cuddled the head like a pussy. Her nose was buried in my
pubic hair. After 5 brain-numbing minutes, however, she slid back
up onto the bed, opening her robe and cooing You know, I never
came when you interrupted me so rudely.
A thousand pardons, madam, I said, kneeling at her feet and
parting her knees. Allow me to rectify that.
Oh, sweet snatch! I love sucking pussy, even when it's a
little funky and tastes it. But Sis was so nice, clean, juicy and
tasty that I was in Seventh Cunnilingus Heaven. My enthusiasm must
have showed in my tonguing, because soon Karen's heels were
drumming on my back, her head was rolling and her red-tipped
fingers were mashing h
-- Alchohol is a hard drug. Cannabis is a soft drug.
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